What?

I don’t remember sleep.

I mean, yes, I’m pretty sure I slept because I remember waking up. But I can’t remember the sensation of last night’s slumber, which is weird, because usually I feel sleep’s glorious hands massage my temples and caress my back, taking away the tiredness. Tiredness. Cute word. Anyway. My memory goes from going online last night at around 1:30 and seeing the clock show 7:00 am. I don’t remember my dreams! I like remembering my dreams. Makes me feel like I’m extra special or something.

In a more pragmatic note, hello! I am now on seat number 25 of bus number 4 of Victory Liner. The airconditioning is cranked up and I love it. In a few hours, I shall be with the love of my life, the air that I breathe, the gas that I fart, the bacon to my eggs, the Pokémon SoulSilver to my Nintendo DS. Yohan. Ahihi. He stopped using Tumblr, btw. There’s still a www.yohanstrauss.tumblr.com, but now it just shows his e-mail address. Go on, check it out.

I shall sleep from 10:15 to 3:30.